Buy The Ticket, Take The Ride

Bre Booker. 18. Freshman, Richardson University. Journalism major. Staff writer for the Richardson Press. Worshiper of Hunter S. Thompson. Committed to the endless quest for truth in publishing. Aims to be a freelance writer. Music lover. Involved with Gus Wooldridge. Bi-curious. Only child.

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Stay-In Date Night - Gus & Bre

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Gus raised an eyebrow at her, amused, as she whirled back into the room. He sat up on the bed some, smirking at her, catching a faint whiff of a scent that was most certainly NOT fry grease. Nevertheless, it smelled good. He liked that she felt comfortable enough around him to dress casually. Not that dressing up was ever a bad thing, but he took it as a good sign when a girl was willing to wear those comfortable cloth pants (Were they sweat pants? They were a little nice for sweat pants) with him in the room. And she still managed to be a knock-out even dressing down. His smiled felt like it was permanently on his face when he was around her. He needed to spend more time around her. He was always stressing over studying, classes, and/or Andy. Her mere presence was a great comfort to him. “Gee, so many Oscar winners to choose from,” he said teasingly, leaning over and stretching out to snag up one of the DVDs, his shirt rising to expose a bit of his stomach. DVD between his fingers, he extended the case out to her. “Diary of the Dead sounds like a blast. Shooting zombies and such. You set up the movie and I’ll get the food out?” He stood up as the DVD was passed to Bre, his fingers moving to pinch playfully as her elbow and her waist as he moved past. “Uh, got any tables or something I can closer to the bed?” he asked as he reached the food, “Knowing my luck, I’ll spill everything on your bed.”

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Her eyes cutting to the sliver of exposed flesh as he stretched, Bre bit on the inside of her lip then turned her attention back to the DVD's. Rolling her eyes, she smirked and came over to smack his arm lightly.

"Hahaha, you're hilarious," she responded flatly, perusing the stack as well, "I gotta tell ya, 'Diary of The Dead' was way better than I expected it to be. I've seen it once but it was a few years ago." 

When he pinched at her, she grinned and twisted away, trying not to squeal or do anything else unflattering; she moved her hair behind her ear and playfully narrowed her eyes at him before walking over to the small table, grabbing one corner, and dragging it over by the bed. Thanks, Ikea, for your shitty but light furniture. 

"There, now we have a table," she said as she sat cross-legged near the end of her bed, "Pop in whichever one you want and let's eat, I'm starvin'." 

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Out To Dinner: Bre/Bryn

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At Bre’s reassuring, Bryn did indeed slow down - she stopped entirely, in fact. There was something about the other girl that just comforted her, seemed like she could protect her. She brushed all of the pieces into a pile and into the remaining piece of cloth, crumpling it up so nothing fell on the floor and sliding it into the middle of the table. 

“Yeah, he’s really promising apparently. I can see it, too.” Bryn didn’t mind having Bre know that she knew quite a bit about sports, as it was something that she had loved to do. She kept up with it when she was at home with her brother, and she missed when they would watch the superbowl together and cheer on different teams just for the heck of playful arguing, although they almost always rooted for the same side. “I guess he’s cute.. Y-yeah.” Bryn shrugged her minor stutter off.

“He told me he could get me some good seats for a friend and I some time, to go to one of his games. I’m thinking about it just for the football aspect of things…” Putting emphasis on the ‘just’ of that sentence, attempting to assure herself of the fact more than Bre. “Yeah, he flirts with everybody so I don’t r-really think it’s a big deal.”

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Her eyebrows raised further at "just", not gonna call her out on it just yet, and she shrugged casually. 

"Hey, why the hell not? You should go, I hear the games here are a blast and you're probably gonna get damn good seats. Might as well get what you can outta that one."

Being buddied up with (or hooking up with) football players definitely had its perks, and she was well aware of them. Tim got her great seats when he could, and the swag wasn't bad to say the least. Besides, Bryn had indicated that she liked sports, so this could be good for her. Then again, Bryn in a big crowd, teeming with loud and drunk people... Bre hoped Caleb had the foresight to try to get her clubhouse seats with a little less chaos going on. 

"Well, they're flirty by trade, those guys," Bre said, eyes travelling behind Bryn as the waitress brought their food around, and did a little dance, "Ah-hal-right, chow time."

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Out To Dinner: Bre/Bryn

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“That’s a good way to think of it, actually. If she had the chance before, then it’s only fair that you seize your own opportunity.” She felt that in any situation, if you have an opportunity to take, you shouldn’t let it fly by just because someone else was given the same opportunity and didn’t take it.

Bryn didn’t think that Bre needed much help with any of her relationships, whether they were friendships or more than that. She could obviously take care of herself, and she had not explicitly requested advice on anything, so the girl didn’t bother giving her any. Not that she was anywhere near the first person someone should come to for advice on relationships. She could barely hold a socially acceptable conversation with a guy, no less be alone in a room with one. She wasn’t offended that she hadn’t asked for advice, not at all. She was pretty relieved about it actually. Not having to make up something that sounded right but was probably not at all helpful was a good thing in her case.

The way that Bre looked at her gave Bryn the sense that there was an inquisitive question coming, and she was right. “Oh… Caleb, yeah. Um… He’s uh, he’s nice and.. He’s nice and stuff.” She paused to catch her breath and started ripping little fluffy white bits and pieces off of her napkin and piling them in front of her and the table. “What sort of anything?”

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Bre raised an eyebrow and smirked as she gazed at the ever-falling snow of Bryn shredding her napkin in a nervous panic. Bryn was as easy to read as a children's book sometimes - she never did too well when trying to mask her anxieties or moods, be they happy or sad. She thought back to the two of them laying out on the green, talking, and the imminent sadness in Bryn's voice and eyes. Yet again, she wondered where they came from before pushing the thought away and moving back to the conversation at hand.

"Slow down there, cowgirl," she reassured, "I'm not digging for anything. I just thought he's cute is all - and isn't that guy a pretty big deal?"

She knew Caleb Duncan was most definitely a big deal - Bre may have hated Texas and a lot of the south on principle, but she'd been bred into football fandom as a lifestyle and made it a point to be well educated about it wherever she went. Caleb was a promising athlete that had come out of one of the Carolinas, she didn't remember which, then pulled a switcheroo when he decided to eschew the offer from his home state university and jump to Richardson. Smart move, in Bre's opinion - best to make yourself a big fish in a medium sized pond and get more attention. He and Eli seemed to share the spotlight pretty efficiently, which surprised her even more, knowing football player egos. Then again, as far as football players went, you couldn't find more laid back than Eli. 

"Just saying, he seemed mighty flirty. Then again, it's probably his default setting."

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Out To Dinner: Bre/Bryn

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Jealousy seemed like it was right up Andy’s alley. Bryn had noticed that she got a little touchy with the amount of ladies that had a not-so-secret obsession with Gus, which was totally understandable. However, Bre wasn’t throwing herself at the man, and it seemed like he was showing mutual interest in Bre. She hoped it would work out between the two of them.

She followed Bre and the hostess to a table and took a seat, taking her jacket off to let the welcomed warmth of the restaurant in. Looking through the menu and listening to the other girl’s words carefully, nodding now and then, Bryn decided on the mandarin chicken and her customary glass of lemonade. “I don’t think you have to ruin a friendship over it, whether it’s a fling or a long term thing.. If you guys are good friends, I mean.” 

When the waitress came to take their orders, Bryn allowed Bre to place hers first, and then ordered her meal of choice. 

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Nodding as she perused the menu as well, she sighed after Bryn's assessment. She and Hazel really WEREN'T good friends, not yet anyway - not enough time had passed to build much on. Plus, she had barely seen her since the birthday/paper dinner, and that was through no fault of Hazel's as Bre had barely any time for Gus, let alone most of the friends she was trying to keep. Sometimes she wondered if the job had been such a good idea after all...then she checked her wallet and was reminded that yes, it most definitely was. 

"Well, I dunno..." she said with some resignation, "I guess if she doesn't wanna be friends with me because of this, I can't change her mind. I don't wanna lose a friendship over a relationship that I don't even know IS a relationship, but I'm not gonna lose out on someone I'm interested in just because someone else didn't act when she had every chance to." 

Though it was thinly veiled and she said no names, she was pretty sure Bryn would deduce the conversation. As long as she didn't go talking about it to other people, it wasn't something Bre was concerned about, and Bryn frankly didn't seem to want to talk about the weather with other people, much less personal secrets. Hell, Bryn still had something riding around on her back that she wasn't telling anyone about, and it was obvious to anyone who knew the weight of keeping a big secret. After ordering a sesame chicken something-or-another, Bre sipped her water and leaned forward, lacing her fingers together conspiratorially. 

"So... saw you on the green getting hit on by that Caleb guy from the football team. That anything?"

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“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

(via torrieday)

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“I don’t take crap from anyone, so that makes people think I’m rebellious. I’m not. I’m just not a pushover.”

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Did Halloween come early this year?

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I don’t know, this place just feels haunted. For failure of a better word. It’s like there’s a presence, but it’s very rarely acknowledged. I probably sound like I’ve lost my mind; I wouldn’t hold it against you if you thought so too.

I’ve been good, surprisingly eager for Halloween. Although, I’m kind of creeped now.

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*Laughs* Hey, you may be right - aren't most old campuses supposed to be haunted? 

You dressing up? There's supposed to be a massive party somewhere...

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Did Halloween come early this year?

I feel like I’m living among the dead. Where the hell is everybody?

[bre-booker-rp]

Aww, man. Classes, work, dude, sleep. My whole routine in a nutshell there. 

How are you?

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Stay-In Date Night - Gus & Bre

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He chuckled a little as he walked around her room, the sounds of his footfalls heavy on the ground from the weight of his motorcycle boots, placing his helmet by the door as to not forget about it. He looked around for a flat surface, then placed their food down. From the bristling cold to the sudden heat of her room, not only were his hands thawing, he was starting to downright sweat. “C’mon, ain’t that what all the girls are wearing this year?” he said with a smirk as he pulled off his gloves, placing them in the pocket of his coat, “But yeah, go right ahead,” he smiled a little at her as she walked out of her room, already fingering the zipper of his jacket. He pulled the zipper off, peeling it off of his body, his black Henley sticking to him as he looked for a place to lay his jacket.

Placing it down on the blue chair, his hands placed on his hips, he took a look around her room. He had been in her room once or twice, but not for long periods of time. He recognized the organized chaos in himself in her room, though her method of organizing was a totally different language to him. That being said, a lot of Hunter S. Thompson in her room. A LOT. Still, he didn’t really know what to do while he waited for her to come back. There wasn’t much except to look around the room, but he didn’t want to seem like a snoop. He sat down on the edge of her bed, his arms behind him, applying his weight to them, looking up and around the room.

He and Bre have been “hanging out” or whatever you want to call it for well over a month now. While they never really had time alone long enough for anything other than making out and light petting, here they were. Alone. In a room. With a bed. The male mind (shit, ANY mind) can’t help but wonder about the possibilities of tonight. Gus knew better than to push, but Bre didn’t seem like the kind that needed any pushing. Gus bit his lip a little at the thought. Still, his fingers played with the threads of her blanket as he thought, the night was open to all kinds of possibilities.

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Bre reached into a drawer and snagged a pair of black yoga pants, a soft v-neck shirt, and her usual purple house sweater that she liked to lounge around in - cute yet comfy, much better than the hideous sweatshirt she ACTUALLY wore when she was lounging around and knew she'd have no company - then stepped into some comfortable slippers and scooted off down the hall to the bathroom, having snuck a small bag of "emergency" cosmetics into the bundle o' clothes. Her feet ached miserably but the cushioning felt nice as she popped into the girl's showers.

Setting up shop at one of the bar counters in front of the big mirror, she quickly glanced around, noting that one girl seemed to be in a shower stall but aside from that, it was empty. The whole "public showering" thing was more than kind of fucking weird but hey, she was making it work - it beat the hell out of sharing one bathroom with one shower with several other people. Moving fast, she yanked down her leggings, pulled on her yoga pants, and took off her smock, having a little difficulty as always around the chest section - this thing didn't have much give and didn't make a great fit for her considerable cleavage. Still, she managed to change fast, still crinkling her nose at the faint smell of grease and fries. From the Emergency Bag of Emergency I Smell/Look Like Shit Supplies, she pulled a small spray bottle of white tea body spray, dousing down enough to be pleasant but stopping short of cloying. A few other girls passed by, coming in and heading for the showers, and none of them even batted an eye at her presence. 

This is so much better than high school. SO much better.

As she quickly touched up her eye makeup where it had smeared halfway into her shift, her thoughts returned to the guy in her room, sitting on her bed. True, they hadn't had much alone time together at all, often surrounded by other people when together or, if nothing else, making fifteen minutes here and there when otherwise passing like ships in the night. They had literature class to chat and be close to one another when the lectures weren't taking up the whole day, and they usually tried to have lunch together or at least coffee before she jetted off to work, but that was hardly one-on-one alone time. 

Tonight? No roommate - Kaylie had bailed out two weeks before and the spot had yet to be filled, much to her surprise - and no restrictions... well, other than to try not to get the hall monitor's attention. Quickly, she rubbed on a little more chapstick and some frizz lotion in her hair, checking herself. The chance hadn't come yet (and neither had she - ZING!), but now that they had, she wasn't exactly the drag-it-out type. Question is, was he? 

Alright, check me out. Elegantly disheveled? No. Just disheveled. But better than greasy.

She grabbed her dirty clothes and trotted back down the hall, closing the door quickly behind her after re-entering her room with a grin, "Alright, sorry, but I feel so much better now. Pick a movie?" 

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Out To Dinner: Bre/Bryn

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Bryn listened intently to the other girl’s tellings, slowing down her steps to keep a similar pace with her and tucking her hands into the slightly too long sleeves of her jacket. 

“Oh, really? I don’t know why anybody would dislike you,” her compliment just slipped out before she had time to think it over. It sounded childish and creepy, but she went on. “Especially Andy.. She seems really nice.” 

She had a good idea of who this mutual friend might be, but wouldn’t put a name to the mysterious persona either. “Well you can’t fight the feeling, Bre.”

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Bre gave a little snort at "I don't know why anyone would dislike you", breaking into a little smile, then shrugging as she rolled back into the topic at hand. Andy not liking her did bother her at least a little bit, namely because she knew it was likely to put a strain between her and Gus, but she kept it well hidden - and as far as she was concerned, it was Andy's problem anyway. 

"Well, I suspect it's something to do with them being super close," she theorized as they went up the pathway, "It seems to be a jealousy thing." 

They went into the brightly light, colorful front of the Asian fusion restaurant, complete with hanging paper lanterns and a gorgeous, expensive looking fish tank. Bre waltzed right up to the podium and talked to the hostess for a moment before she grabbed two menus and indicated for them to follow her into the restaurant. 

As they sat down, Bre tilted her head, making the face of considering, "Yeah, I guess you can't fight it. I mean, it's not like I'm angry or anything, I just... feel bad, I guess. I mean, I don't know HOW into me he is, you know? This could just be a passing fancy for him and I don't wanna wreck a friendship based on that." 

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I should get a job..

[bryndavies-bd]

Really? I don’t mind what they pay is, Bre. 

I’ll keep it in mind.

[bre-booker-rp]

Hey, if you're not sick of me yet, here's a real quick way to get there.

[bryndavies-bd]

I should get a job..

[bre-booker-rp]

Waitressing may be a little below your usual paygrade, princess, but I think we've got a spot open.

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Stay-In Date Night - Gus & Bre

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“Do you mean ‘entertainingly bad’ horror movies, ‘gore porn’, or legitimately good horror movies? There’s a pretty big difference,” Gus said with a smirk. Personally, he was a big fan of the “entertainingly bad” horror movies; anything that allows him to mouth off at something makes him very happy. He squeezed her hand a little, the tips of his fingers starting to warm up from holding the bag of food. The smell of the greasy fries floated gently on the breeze and it only made him hungrier by the second.

They quickly climbed up the steps, the street lamps painting the campus in a faint orange color. Using his foot, Gus managed to wrangle the door open, not once releasing her hand. He kicked it open with his heel, allowing Bre to walk through. As much as he’d like to bring her back to the book built fortress that was his room, Andrew was still looming around. He got along with Andrew, a lot more than he thought he would, but it still had the potential to be a giant pot of awkward. Plus, her roommate just shipped out, leaving the entire dorm room to themselves. Much preferable.

When they reached her room, he reluctantly took his hand away from hers, only to take his helmet out of her hand so she may open the door. “So, what do we have to choose from? I expect something ridiculous.”

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As she walked in, Bre once again took stock of how empty Kaylie's former side of the room looked - bed made with plain gray sheets and nothing else, all flat surfaces empty and lonely looking. She did like having the room to herself, though, but it felt weird to have this one untouched half. Stopping over by a blue velvet chair she'd gleaned from a curb a week after moving in (suspicious smell, but a bottle and a half of Febreeze later and it was all good), she peeled off her black jacket, then her scarf as she turned to watch him. 

"There's at least one ridiculous one. There's one called 'Absentia' which looks like it could either be really really good or really really bad, but it looks heavy either way so we can stash it til later. I think I got Diary of the Dead and another zombie movie." 

Reaching down to unzip her boots, she crinkled her nose a little. Her waitress smock-dress perpetually smelled a little like grease and french fries, and while she was sure plenty of guys would find that sexy, she didn't find it doing any favors for her ego. A change of clothing would be in order, and hopefully, he wouldn't mind her picking comfort over sex appeal. 

"Uh, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go change clothes real quick, unless you like the smell of 'diner'." 

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